Dib sauntered back up the stairs with a warm bowl of macaroni, smiling to himself and recalling the phone call with Gaz that had freed him to do whatever he wished for the rest of the night.

"I'm with Darell, so I won't be home. Just don't burn down the house or anything stupid like you're prone to do."

"Yeah, Okay Gaz," he had responded, stirring the simmering noodles.

"And DON'T get into a fight with Zim, because if you do I won't be able to drag your bloody carcass back home."

"Alright," he had mumbled distractedly.

"Keep that attitude up and you might loose a few limbs," she had threatened.

"Huh? Ah, no, sorry, I didn't mean to sound-"

"Shut up. You're ruining my evening." And then she had hung up with a click.

Dib sat as his chair again, smiling to himself with the knowledge that he wouldn't be disturbed. Within a few seconds he was clacking away on his keyboard and putting the finishing touches on his masterpiece, a small blog dedicated to his paranormal studies. He even set up a link to the wireless web cam, so he could have video chats with the guests on the website. He doubted he would get very popular, but it was still a nice thought that maybe someone would share his interest in the supernatural.

A few more clicks and everything was finalized and published. Dib looked upon his handiwork with pride, deciding to write an introductory paragraph and snippet about himself. He frowned, unsure of what to write. Pushing up his thin, wire-rimmed glasses, he began to get to work, pausing every so often to take a bite of lukewarm macaroni. Deciding to start with the basics, he typed out,

Hello, name is Dib Membrane. This

"No, can't give out my last name," he said consciously. When Gaz was gone he didn't bother with trying not to talk to himself- it was only him home, and no one could judge him when he was alone. He pressed backspace and began to type again.

Hello, my name is Dib. This is my blog, a tribute to all things paranormal. Here is where I'll keep my journals of the recent supernatural activity in my town of Membranesville.

He frowned, like a bad taste had peppered itself onto his tongue. A certain distain was held for his town's name, which was changed as tribute to his father, that great scientist. The professor had forced him to sit through that ceremony just like the others. Over the years he had grown tired of all his fathers celebrations where he was introduced as the 'poor, insane son' or not introduced at all. No one ever paid him any attention at these, and when they did they were usually driven off after a few sentences by the teen's fantastical attitude, a polar opposite of his father's.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he wrote on,

I've been keeping tabs on abnormal activity in this town for years, and have deduced that this city is a center for strange happenings. This, for me, is a delight, as I get to study my passion 24/7. I am equally delighted to be sharing it with you. My paranormal studies will be kept here, along with a photo log of specimens I observe and collect.

He smiled to himself, thinking of Zim. The primary reason for this blog was not actually exposing the alien, but to raise awareness of otherworldly events and the like amongst the general population. However he knew a good portion of the blog would be taken up by Zim, his obsession. He already had a great file full of observations and blurry photos of Zim out of costume. There were even a few of the inside of his base, although Dib had those special few backed up on several disks, and a few that he had entrusted to Gaz, in case Zim ever tried to get into his mind again. He wouldn't have put it past the alien, and in fact was especially suspicious of him as of late, noticing how often he would find Zim staring at him without any apparent purpose.

I hope that you will enjoy this as much as I enjoy sharing it. Keep your heads high, believers! The truth is out there!

Dib finished with a grin, feeling quite proud of himself. He posted the message, wondering how soon it would be before someone stumbled upon his humble blog. In the meantime he began uploading some of the blurry photos he had taken, and started an archive of old notes, although the notes were more for his own benefit than for anyone else. It took him almost an hour to upload the photos, hardly making a dent in them. He checked his post and saw, to his surprise, that one person had already posted. Scrolling down he read it out loud to himself.

So, you like the paranormal, huh? That's an interesting hobby, I haven't seen many blogs about that. How about a picture of yourself?

Dib tilted his head, thinking the request just a tinge odd. But just as he was debating it, excitement overtook him. 'You have a fan!' he thought to himself happily, 'Give him what he wants! Maybe it'll bring in more business. Yeah, he could tell his friends! I have to seem nice.' He keyed a careful response.

I'm glad to see that I have a friend who likes the paranormal too, although it's more a lifestyle than a hobby for me. ;) I'd be glad to post a picture.

He did so quickly, taking one from his web cam and uploading it hurriedly. It sat next to his intro. There he was, a smiling teen with jet-black hair and in a well worn trench coat. He had to admit, he didn't look half bad. But perhaps it was the pervasive happiness at already having someone express interest in not only the paranormal, but he himself. Shrugging it off he admired himself in the mirror. "Maybe I'm just handsome," he smirked to himself, striking a daring pose. He examined the picture again. He looked a might bit older than he did in real life.

The tinge of worry in his system was already blotted out by gushing excitement. Who knew, perhaps this would be an exciting new chapter in his life! Dib smiled to himself and intertwined his fingers behind his head, cradling it in his hands and leaning back, basking in imaginary light.